Well, I'm having no problems with the boys and going walkies at the minute, they let me put the harness over thier heads and snap it shut on the backs ....... although they do have a problem with what leg goes in what opening and do at times trip themselves up
.........looking back at me with a 'what did you do that for ????? hey ????'
We have now been up and down the path and over the decking quite a few times
stopping at the pond and the tree to have a sniff and a poke about and I've not had one session of : 'I'm a not gonna move my bum for anyone ' a strange condition which effects the limbs of both cats and dogs .
which leaves the poor carer ( that's us who holds the other end of the lead) looking like right idiots as we try and tempt our four legged critters to moving one way or another .
and many an onlookers watch in amazment while we do the 'pussy-wussy talk 'come on pumpkins for mummy ....walky walky , uppy getty's ' and variouse noises that sound like a cow giving birth or a chicken laying an egg !!!!
We went over the road ( carrying them by the way ) to see an elderly friend of ours, who could not understand why two 14 weeks old kittens did not want to be picked up by a stranger ...............
when in her garden thousands of birds seemed to be waiting for them to play with , calling at them from every bush, tree and hedge
( in fact just 3 , then toffee like to exaggerate
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Soon ...........shhhhhhhhh, I'll say this quietly, the boys are to be 'dee-doodled' and for your pleasure here is a copy of Harley's letter to the vet after his manhood was taken from him by some cold handed man who tried to explain to him 'its for your own good'
'Oh , yes mate and I suppose that if I pooped in your hat I could say its for your own good, for after all cat poo is known for its organic growing properties and would help with your balding '!!!!!!!
Letter from Harley to his vet :
Ode to my doodles
I feel asleep in a sort of a haze, thinking I’d slept for days and days,
I awoke to find something was wrong and looking down, MY DOODLES HAVE GONE!
That thieving man at my local vets, has taken em off in a perfect set,
He’s wiped em out as clean as can be and now my ball sack is gangling free.
You swiped me nuts me pride and joy now I’m not a girl or a boy!
I can’t see straight, my bits sting like mad, but it’s the best dam hang- over I’ve ever had.
Ode to my Doodles you thieving git, I’ll get you one day I’m sure of it.
Watch your back, your car and place cos this little kitty will remember your face.
I’m gonna get you one fine day……….. that blasted vet who stole my doodles way.
NOTE: Please excuse any rude language in the above letter , Harley does not mean to cause offence by his somewhat common wording
Ami and her boys xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
P.S. wonder what the boys will say to him ?????
